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Before the Madness

Before I give you guys Season 2 of The Fire Chronicles, I figured, "hey, why not try making an actual prequel this time?"

So I did. Read on to see what it's about, because if I tell you here, the story will never be read .

So here we go.

Before The Madness: Arrivals

Prologue: Peace

6 Bion Circle, known to you, folks, as the House, was built in 1995 as the mansion of a guy who would be useless to the story regardless of whether I mentioned his name or not. What is important is that he was a rich LEGO fanatic, so rich that he was able to get LEGO to ship sets right to his front door until he left the House in 2018. This is the story of the BIONICLEs and how their lives were before Tahu came.

~Meta

Summer 2002

A large box of sets was dropped into the room. Moments later, the man shut the door and went to work.

For a moment, the room was as silent as it had been before the door had opened. Which was, in truth, not silent at all.

Lewa Mata dropped in front of the box as soon as the door shut, shaking it to feel the contents. “Yup, definitely LEGOs.”

Gali Mata sighed, walking out from under the table next to him. “No kidding.”

“What do you mean, ‘no kidding’? One time we got pizza in a box.”

“In a pizza box, Lewa. Eeesh, I worry about you sometimes.”

“Aw, how sweet—OUCH!”

“And now to open this box. Too bad our owner takes all the catalogues, so who’s inside this?”

“Please be me, please be me,” Jala muttered.

“Hush, Mctoran,” Turaga Onewa said. “Who would make an annoying character like you again?”

Tahu Mata lay in bed, thinking. Once entering the House, the sets unanimously voted Tahu Mata the leader of the BIONICLEs. Under his rule, he’d moved the Throwbots and RoboRiders into a separate room far away from the BIONICLEs, controlled the Bohrok and kept Gali Mata from killing Lewa Mata. Life had been good.

“What could possibly change life as we know it?” Tahu Mata mused.

“Tahu? Are you awake?”

Tahu Mata groaned for a moment, then threw off the covers and jumped out of bed. He hit the carpet like a dropped pin, and opened the door for Lewa Mata. “What happened? Did the new arrivals not come in?”

“They have. It’s a matter of what’s in them that you should lose sleep over.”

Well, except for the fact that it's really, really obvious what's in these canister sets, we have a mystery on our hands!I'm mostly curious to see how you handle this - I actually had a similar comedy idea awhile back which involved the Toa Nuva and Bohrok-Kal attempting to take over from (or destroy) their original counterparts. Of course, I scrapped it for the most part when I realized that it was nearly identical (at first, at least) to ibrow's Tahu vs. Tahu.

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BZPRPG TIME, where you could have one post talk about dinner, and the next about lunch.

Time is beyond relative here.

There's no reason not to put lasers in the palms of planet-sized robots. In fact, if I had my own planet-sized robot, palm lasers would be one of my first upgrades.

This won't be like TvT--first of all, it's summer 2002, which means that there's no army-building (haha, building). And plus, the Kal were out in Winter 2003.

Which makes it blatantly obvious as to who's in that box .

Please note that I'm not doing a C+C, mainly because the colors don't show up on BZP. Also, I forget to update it. So take note at the end of the chappy (when you've finished reading it, of course) to see who is new, and who died.

Chapter 1 should be up by the end of the week, if not tomorrow.

~LTT~

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The new sets were opened, and built, as tradition put it. But soon enough, the older BIONICLEs would dearly regret it…

Summer 2002

“Wow…that sword…and that shield…wouldn’t help against a Fikou spider,” Kopaka Nuva said, looking at his old self. “I can’t believe I even looked like that.”

“Well, at least my mask isn’t melted,” Kopaka Mata said.

“How dare you say that! My mask isn’t melted, it just got more powerful in the Energized Protodermis!”

“So it got mushy in the sun?”

“I…hate you. Which effectively means that I hate me, but I’m going to ignore that for now.”

“You are so pompous,” Kopaka Mata muttered.

“And you are a friggin’ broomstick. When’s the last time you ate?”

“Never, mainly because I didn’t want my mask to melt like yours.”

“Shut up.”

In the Kitchen…

“And this, new self, is the—wait, where are you?” Pohatu Mata queried.

“Over here,” Pohatu Nuva yelled. He sat on the top of the polished granite counter, as if nothing had happened. “Why do you ask?”

“I ask because I wish to know HOW ON EARTH DID YOU GET UP THERE?”

“Hey, lay off the caps, dude. I just ran up the wall, across the ceiling, then landed on the chandelier and swung over here.”

“And I didn’t notice that?”

“Please. If there’s one thing I know about you, Pohatu Sr., it’s that you talk and talk and pick your nose—“

“Pohatu Sr.? Pick my nose? Good grief, I’m only a year old!”

“And some silver armor to that, plus a new mask, new tools, and new Feet Additions, and you look like a five-year old’s MOC.”

“Are you friggin’—“

“Why would I? The Toa Nuva are the new guys, old self. And once we’re in…you guys will be forgotten, and fast.”

In the Upstairs Foyer…

“Well, if it isn’t me,” Tahu Nuva said. Tahu Mata had been escorted by Lewa Mata to the BIONICLE Room, but it had taken seconds for some of the Nuva to break out. “At least I didn’t look like Pohatu Mata when I was a Mata, right, Lewa Nuva?”

Once Lewa Mata disappeared up the steps, Tahu Mata swung his sword at Tahu Nuva, who sidestepped and did nothing to continue the fight. “Now look here, oldie. We can make this easy…or hard.”

“I know what you want, Nuva. And you’re not getting it.”

“Why not? I could easily beat you in a fight.”

“It’s not a statement of ‘you’. It’s a statement of the Mata and ‘you’, which turns the statement in my favor.”

“And how could ‘you’ be so sure?”

“Six on one. Think about it. However, if you decide to back out…I have another solution, and it’s certainly less violent.”

“Me? Back out? That’s crazy! But…what is your solution?”

“It’s really quite simple, Nuva. We don’t even have to do it. They—“ Tahu Mata pointed upstairs—“do. All they do…is grab a pencil, a slip of paper, and write the name of who they think would be more suited for the position.”

“What? But that’s unfair!”

“Oh, but certainly more fair than six Toa slicing you up into thirty-six parts, dropping the parts in a canister, and sending the set back to LEGO. Now, which is fairer again?”

To Be Continued…

New Characters:

Kopaka Nuva

Kopaka Mata

Pohatu Mata

Pohatu Nuva

Tahu Nuva

Lewa Nuva

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“Impossible,” Pohatu Mata mused, ignoring his future self. “This house was only built three years ago. How is that…ofrick.”

*CR—CR—CRUMBLE*

The wall (which was the fourth one built in that room) crumbled down, revealing a Pahrak. But, as the figure got closer, the two could see that this Pahrak had a silver headplate instead of a transparent one. They also noticed silver feet, silver hands, and silver Plasma Shields. This wasn’t a Pahrak…it was Pahrak-Kal.”

“Give me the Toa…” the Kal hissed, looking around and adjusting to the coming light in the room. Upon finding his target, he snagged it and ran back the way he came.

Minutes later, Pohatu Mata sat up and opened his eyes. The wall that had crumbled revealed the stairs that lead to the Slizers’ Territory. He stood up, and looking at the hallway ahead of him, sped to the Kitchen.

In the Kitchen…

“Thank you,” Turaga Whenua said. “I’d best be getting back to class now. Who knows what Jala is up to?”

“I can only wonder,” Tahu Nuva said. “Hey Mata, what is that annoying little brat up to sometimes?”

“Well, one time he struck a match on Whenua’s chair. When you sat down, Whenua…”

“It was dreadful, Tahu Nuva. They had to order replacement parts for me, something our owner hated doing. Afterwards, he hid Jala in his drawer for several days.”

“What a bad influence,” Tahu Nuva muttered.

“Like you’re not one,” Tahu Mata retorted.

“Anyway, ta-ta, folks.” Once Whenua had staggered out of sight, the two immediately grabbed their respective votes and counted them.

The two finished counting the votes, before realizing something was wrong. “Wait a minute…” Tahu Mata said, looking at the counter. A pile of votes sat off to the side mysteriously.

“I have twelve, Mata. How about you?” Tahu Nuva asked. It was at that moment that he realized the other pile. “Oh, those are spammed votes. Something saying ‘Tahnok-Kal’ was on all of those. Who’s that supposed to be?”

Tahu Mata stared at the votes, and then a shadow encroaching among the two. His eyes widened in fear, and jumped off the counter as Tahnok-Kal leapt for Tahu Nuva.

To Be Continued…

New Characters:

Onua Nuva

Gali Nuva

Turaga Vakama

Maku

Boxor Nuparu

Pahrak-Kal

A banner for this comedy should be coming up soon. Stay tuned.

~LTT~

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-Rahkshi GuurahkGENERATION 3: The first time you see this, copy it into your sig on any forum and add 1 to the generation. Social experiment.If I actually tried putting all the stuff I like on here, the sig would burst.

Well, it's been a long time. I guess I needed a little break from writing (so absurd...)

@MT: Well, voting's over. We move on to a new year, new sets, and...newness overall.

Anyway, here's Chapter 3, which I didn't even notice that I hadn't posted until now...

Before the Madness: Arrivals

Chapter 3: Enemies

It has been an entire year since the Nuva were kidnapped. The Mata have remained in control during this time, but have finally mustered up the courage to seek out the Nuva…

Winter 2004 (Part 1)

“Attention, fellow sets.” Tahu Mata looked at the gathered sets before him. The inbuilt Toa Metru lay in their canisters behind the group. “I have come to a decision: the Metru will be built.”

A gasp arose from the crowd, but the Mata reassured the poor soul. “Tahu Mata looked over our votes, and decided with them in mind,” Onua Mata announced.

“Really?” Jala muttered, looking out from the crowd. “Because I said no.”

“He didn’t say he’d taken all of our votes into consideration,” Jaller said, gliding down on his Gukko. “Why would he take yours?”

“Come on. I didn’t vote you in either,” Jala said. “But of course, no one cared.”

“Please, Jala,” Maku said. “Don’t make a fool of yourself like you do every single day.”

“Oh…well…I…” Jala sank under a table, and Tahu Mata cleared his throat.

“Thank you, Maku. Anyway, after the invasion of the Bohrok-Kal and the clashes with the Rahkshi, we have lost quite a few members of our number.”

“And by quite a few, folks, he means an astounding thirteen.”

“Unfortunately, I must confirm Pohatu Mata’s…addition to my speech. Both the Nuva and the Turaga…within months of each other.”

“However,” Lewa Mata began, “we have traced the cause of this…mishap. The perpetrator of this thing is none other than Makuta.”

Later On, in the Foyer…

“No, Matau. That is the dumbest idea ever.”

“And why must you say that, Nuju? If I believe I can fly, then I can.”

“Oh, guys,” Nokama Metru muttered, looking up from the bottom of the stairs. “Why on earth do you think this will work?”

“Hey, I’m not cheering him on, Nokama. I’m trying to get him out—ofrick, he’s flying.”

Matau Metru dove off the edge, and soared back up to meet Nuju Metru glaring at him. “Well, this has put you in an awful, awful position,” the Toa of Air said. “What have you got to say now?”

“I…I…this is only the beginning, brother,” Nuju Metru said, throwing a fist at his brother through the banisters. Matau Metru hovered to the side, but was caught in the crystal chandelier in the process, unbalancing his focus and sending the startled Toa down to the hardwood floor.

“Wow…you guys are such cool dudes,” Nokama Metru muttered, walking up to Matau Metru, grabbing his arm and dragging him across the floor. “I wonder if they have Orange Glo…I’ll look.”

In the Office…

Vakama Metru watched Tahu Mata finish the set inventory, and then turned to face the new set. “How many of us are there?” he queried.

“Well, there would be twenty Toa, six Turaga, twenty-two Matoran, and then the creatures. But apparently, there’s only thirteen Toa and no Turaga here. All Matoran are here, though.”

“Why? What happened?” Vakama Metru asked the leader.

“When the Bohrok-Kal arrived, they captured the Toa Nuva and dragged them off into the unknown.” Lewa Mata said.

“The Nether?”

“Please let me finish, Vakama Metru. Then the Rahkshi came, dragged off the Turaga, and then Makuta snagged Takanuva, Ussanui and all. Your wave of sets has been the first to come with heroes since the Nuva, and even then, we got the Bohrok Queens.”

The lead Turahk hissed, before gathering his other nineteen and marching up the stairs. The other Rahkshi followed suit, and Makuta grinned. “You Toa aren’t going anywhere.”

“I suppose,” Tahu Nuva mused. “Well then, I might as well fight you here.” In a surprising, brave move, the weaponless Toa tackled Makuta to the ground, grabbed his swords, and thrust them into Makuta’s back.

“ARGH! How could you—“

“We’re tired of being locked up,” Turaga Whenua said, being untied from the pole he was tied to, and freed.

“The old Turaga is right. It’s time we proved to you, to Tahu Mata, to everyone—that we Nuva are the most powerful here. And nothing…you included…will get in my way.”

Near the Basement Door…

“Do NOT enter,” Vakama read. “Well, I guess we could take a peek—“

The door flew open, knocking Vakama into the great room. One hundred and twenty Rahkshi exactly stormed through the doorway, hissing and brandishing their staffs.

“Well, this sucks,” Lhikan muttered, unsheathing his swords and charging his Kikanalo forward into the horde.

On the Second Floor Foyer…

“What’s that?” Lewa Mata questioned, overhearing the battle below.

“Well, the only three places I haven’t checked are the Slizers Territory, the Guy’s Quarters and the Basement,” Tahu Mata reported. “But as luck would have it, they’re probably in or near the basement.”

“Well, should we—“

But Tahu Mata had already started walking down the stairs. He stopped suddenly and turned to Lewa Mata. “Get everyone. There’s a hundred and twenty Rahkshi down there, and the Metru will die without our help.”

“But what about leading the House?” Lewa Mata asked.

“They’re—the Nuva—just as much as a set as we are. What if I was captured? What would you do?”

Well, I don't want to say that he took them out of his back or something. That would hurt.

And I mean the Nuva.

Before the Madness: Arrivals

Chapter 5: Cue the Boss Music

It all ends here…well, maybe.

Winter 2004 (Part 3)

“I wonder why we weren’t taken with them,” a Tahnok muttered.

“Please, Toog. No one would take old things like us, even if we were younger. The Bohrok-Kal, on the other hand, are ‘better’ just because they have silver highlights.”

“Touché, Poog.”

Author’s Note: The –OOGs lead each Bohrok clan. Toog leads the Tahnok, Poog leads the Pahrak, Noog leads the Nuhvok, et cetera. You’ll get to know them in great detail during this comedy. All other Bohrok, while existing, won’t be mentioned except as a large group.

“Well, now’s your chance to show them what you’re worth,” Tahu Mata said. The army stood at the steps to the foyer, ready to start walking down the stairs to what would certainly be chaos.

“All right!” Poog lead his army down the stairs, or in other words…they rolled down the stairs.

The other Bohrok followed suit as Lewa Mata turned to Tahu Mata. “Uh, Tahu. Won’t that scratch up the wood?”

“That is the least of our concerns. And plus, when we’re done with this, I’ve gotten an approval from the guy to put in an addition to the House…and have it renovated.”

“AWESOME. Let’s—“

“War first, party later.” Tahu Mata headed down the stairs, leading the Mata with him.

“Oh, right. I still have to die before we can party.”

In the Downstairs Hallway…

Until the Addition, the BIONICLEs hung out here to eat and watch TV. So it was allowed for the BIONICLEs to stroll, not battle here…they were lucky that the guy was on a business trip.

“You know,” Gali Mata said. “We BIONICLEs were not made for fighting.”

“And how could you say that?!? I’m beating the Kraata out of these Rahkshi!”

“With your feet, not your hands. The only ones out of all of us that have a sword are Tahu and Kopaka, but all they can do is throw them around.”

“I do agree that LEGO was challenged back then, but honestly, at least my head isn’t one part.”

“Huh. You’re right there. Honestly, when TLC starts doing that, consider it the end of BIONICLE.”

“Don’t even think about that, Gali.”

Later On…

“Get away from me!” Lewa shrieked, waving his axe to hit the Rahkshi. A Turahk, however, simply held the axe and punched Lewa Mata in the gut, sending him under the couch.

“Ugh, where am I? Oh no…I’ve been replaced *sniffle*.”

“They can’t still be coming,” Tahu Mata muttered, bopping another Rahkshi on the head. “I’ve defeated about thirty of them…alone.”

“Excuse me, Rahkshi, we need to get to the Basement,” Kopaka Mata negotiated.

“What, you think they’re going to—“ But Tahu had spoken too late, for Kopaka too, went under the couch. The two would remain there until the end of the battle. “Never mind. It’s too bad he never saw The Phantom Menace.” With this, he charged into battle.

In the Kitchen…

“Well, this couldn’t get much worse,” Lhikan said. Four of the Bohrok-Kal were clinging to the Kikanalo’s legs, and two of them clung to Lhikan’s legs. “Oh, poo,” he said as he was pulled off of his steed and dropped to the floor.

All six of the Bohrok-Kal stood around him. The red one said “We’re hungry. Can you get us food?”

Lhikan winced. “You mean…you don’t want me dead?”

“Of course not!” Tahnok-Kal exclaimed. “You see, the big titan’s been keeping us down the basement with no food and away from our brethren. Give us food.”

“But I only just got here! How can you expect me to know where the food is? Don’t you guys have brains?”

“Of course we do,” Kohrak-Kal said, hitting his eyepiece down. Inside sat a polished metallic white Xa-Kal. “And in fact, you need it more than I do.” The Kal replaced Lhikan’s mask with the brain, and sent the brain-controlled Toa to get them a snack.

It has been two years since the Nuva were rescued. All BIONICLEs who held a threat previously were thrown into JAIL under the leadership of Tahu Mata and Tahu Nuva. However, new sets continue to arrive, and with more sets, the BIONICLEs find it necessary to have more room…

Winter 2006

“So let me get this straight. I finish telling you all a story, we sail off to Metru Nui, and Mata Nui starts dying. What, did we cause damage to his brain by moving in?”

“I have no idea, Turaga Vakama,” Tahu Mata said. “Personally, I think BIONICLE should have ended in 2002, when we defeated the Bahrag…”

“Hey! That’s when I came in!” Tahu Nuva objected. “Personally, BIONICLE’s going strong. Well, it will until they decide to strap jets to my feet and throw me in a swamp. But LEGO’s not that stupid.”

“Anyway…” Lewa Mata held up a piece of paper, a bill from LEGO. “As scheduled.”

“Perfect. Bring them in,” Tahu Mata said.

Pohatu Mata, Nuva, Poog, Onewa Metru and Hordika carried the large box into the BIONICLE room. “Here you go,” Pohatu Mata said, dropping the box in the center.

The BIONICLE sets ran to the box, but the Mata acted as police and kept them a safe distance away. Onua Nuva jumped on top of the box, and sliced the tape into two. He and Whenua Hordika slowly opened the box, and then cleared away the bubble wrap and paper.

“Bubble wrap!” Jala yelled, diving for the discarded pop-a-palooza. Jaller glanced at his younger self, then looked back at the box.

Tahu Mata and Nuva pushed the box to its side from the back. Six Piraka sets fell out of the box, along with a golden Piraka, an axe-wielding protector, and a blue-and gold stranger. Several polybags also fell out, along with the Voyatoran. “My goodness,” Tahu Mata said, sighing. “How many more sets are we going to get?”

“Personally, I’d rather the Ignika explode so we stop getting sets,” Tahu Nuva muttered. “After all, we have over 120 sets, not including duplicates.”

“Yeah, we need an expansion,” Lewa Mata said. “There’s just not enough room for all of us in this much space.”

“Let go of me, you son of—“ Tahu Mata jumped away, colliding with a desk leg in the hallway. “Argh…it’s not that easy, you fool.”

“What do you mean, it’s not that easy? Don’t we have millions and billions of dollars?”

“We would, future self, if money grew on trees. You see, we live with a guy who shares the kitchen and great room with us. What if he sees no reason to build another simply for the use of 12 inch toys?”

“Well, wouldn’t he have everything to himself?”

“I suppose he would…but do you see, Nuva? This stuff takes time!”

“Wouldn’t it all be worth it in the end, though?” Tahu Nuva paced in circles around Tahu Mata, and the latter winced.

“What kind of things do you plan to do to this house?” Tahu Mata asked, very softly.

“Oh, nothing bad. Nothing that bad, at least. I wonder why you even allowed me to share the leadership with you…”

“And to think that I had someone to share the cave with…” Onua Mata muttered. “For crying out loud, Tahu! Why would they plot to hurt us?”

“Says the guy who was against the Nuva. And hey, that was my idea!” Lewa Mata exclaimed.

“In the name of Mata Nui, I am not against them!” Tahu Mata paused, praying to the Great Beings they understood. “I am simply suspicious, Lewa. But at this point in time, don’t you think we have a bigger thing to tackle here?”

Pohatu Mata thought. “It wouldn’t be that bad. After all, I don’t see the story ending here, right?”

“Yeah, the new Toa haven’t come out yet. And wouldn’t there be a second form of them afterwards?”

“Huh, Onua. Good analogy for someone who lives in a cave.”

“Shut up, old snot. Anyway, then there would have to be more boxed sets, play sets, villain canisters, and small sets. Oh, have we got a long way to go.”

“…that is a perfect analogy of the previous years…and what’s to come next. Screw this; we don’t even need a vote. We’re getting an expansion.”

“Oh, they’re not,” Maku said, walking up to Tahu Nuva. “Jala asked me out, when he knows I’ve been with Nuparu for six months!”

“Are you sure?” Jala called out, flying on Jaller’s Gukko. “I have a special bird for you!”

“Hey! Give it back! That’s mine, you cool dude!” Jaller jumped from the door molding, and tackled the Gukko to the ground.

The two Nuva jumped under a table as the Meeting Room door flew open, and Tahu Mata stormed out to scold Jala. “Okay…maybe not all of us are smart. And I don’t want to kill the Mata…did you ever think that was my intention?”

“No sir.” Kopaka Nuva replied, his hand rising to his head to salute Tahu Nuva.

Tahu Nuva moved the Ice Toa’s hand down in disgust. “No…I simply want the throne. You would share it with me, if you weren’t so pestering—“ Kopaka Nuva’s mouth started to move, but Tahu Nuva clamped his hand over it.

“And I plan to send Tahu Mata and his minions into the bottom, where new sets like me roamed…but where he has not. For he was the first. And while I am certainly not the last…he can’t stay in power forever, can he?”

And so it was that the House was expanded upon. The BIONICLEs now had more room to threaten the Slizers with, more power over the guy…and Tahu Nuva had more land to rule over if he was able to claim the throne from the Mata.

To Be Continued…

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The BIONICLE sets ran to the box, but the Mata acted as police and kept them a safe distance away. Onua Nuva jumped on top of the box, and sliced the tape into two. He and Whenua Hordika slowly opened the box, and then cleared away the bubble wrap and paper.

HA

I FOUND THE CONTRADICTION

ONUA NUVA CAN'T SLICE THINGS! HE'S GOT A BUNCH OF DRILLS!

TAKE THAT!

“What do you mean, it’s not that easy? Don’t we have millions and billions of dollars?”

“We would, future self, if money grew on trees. You see, we live with a guy who shares the kitchen and great room with us. What if he sees no reason to build another simply for the use of 12 inch toys?”

“Well, wouldn’t he have everything to himself?”

“I suppose he would…but do you see, Nuva? This stuff takes time!”

“Wouldn’t it all be worth it in the end, though?” Tahu Nuva paced in circles around Tahu Mata, and the latter winced.

“What kind of things do you plan to do to this house?” Tahu Mata asked, very softly.